Thursday, February 26, 2009

modification

Sigh...The following post is a clarification about list items found in a previous blog.

My random thoughts:

98% of the time my husband is not a chore.

I enjoy doing things with my husband, with the exception of making repairs on his wheelchair when he doesn't give explicit directions and then sticks his head in my way just so he can see what I'm doing.

I appreciate the fact that he is disciplined in everything, especially because I'm only disciplined in a few things.

One area where my husband has not changed since dating days is in his support and encouragement for my hobbies. and I would take the time to brag on him for being man enough to enter a craft store with me on occasion, except if I publicly bragged on him for that he might not ever do it again - a violation of manhood or some other obscure, nonsensical reason like that.

While there are times it infuriates me to no end (maybe because I know he's right?), I like the fact that he cares enough to tell me I'm overdoing it or over committing myself.

99.9% of the time when he comes in the house or the room and greets me with "I've got a job for you", it's usually something very small that doesn't take long to do or can wait until I finish cooking supper or ironing the shirt, etc so it really shouldn't make me exasperated.

I have more project ideas than I have a lifetime to do them in, so I expect life to interrupt; my hobbies are fun things to make life fun; they fill in the cracks of life, not the other way around.

If I had to choose an "interruption" to any project, it would by my husband, every time.

I don't consider my husband himself to be an interruption.

Regardless of whether it be he doesn't like my driving, it's really NOT safe for him to be anywhere else but the driver's position in his van, or because he's really afraid of where I might take him, the fact that my husband drives all 13 hours to Alabama and then back enables me to put some serious dents in projects. I've even finished a few on those road trips. Yes dear, I still appreciate and am eternally grateful for you stopping at Wal-Mart so I could buy more lace to finish a baby blanket even though afterwards we ended up with a torn gas line pouring fuel through Hwy 78 in B'ham, and one day Carly will love to hear that story about her baby quilt.

It was my husband's firm but loving suggestion that I abstain from buying any more quilting fabrics for my numerous quilt ideas until I complete some of the projects that has actually motivated me to get some things done. We just won't discuss the fact that the completed projects are all new ones.

And because I have a very understanding hubby, I should be able to post a picture of a completed project by Sunday evening.

Disclaimer: this list is by no means exhaustive and should not be construed by a particular state attorney as evidence to the guilt or innocence of this blogger.